Sat In The Garden.

The road I took was a gentle one and somehow felt as if it had been laid for me and me alone. The forest stood full and lush either side of the car. I pushed my sunglasses up and off my face, in an attempt to better understand the branches above me obscuring the sky, leaves and sunshine danced between and around one another. So far this year, summer’s been an elusive thing but today there is no doubt, she’s arrived and she’s welcome.

The driving range was quiet, I took my time. Looked out at the targets, I felt content.

The world is changing, because of course, it must. I drove past an elderly neighbour earlier today, a woman In her late eighties, stood waiting for the bus. She leaned, just slightly, into her walking frame. She seemed to be smiling to herself, as if she knew something. And I have no doubt that she does. The world might be changing but I can’t imagine wisdom is.